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Topic Started: 25 Oct 2017, 12:14 PM (78 Views)
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"Do you think God ever gets stoned? I think so... look at the platypus."

Chapter Eight
Oraclair Town - Check up


Morning. A time that signifies the beginning of a new day, new opportunities and new experiences. The Sun greets the world below with its lustrous rays, slowly energizing those that basked within the orb’s light, in some cases even making them even more lethargic. With the warmth came the light, showcasing the serene orange hued sky that held a few scattered clouds in its embrace as they lazily pass by, offering a brief respite from the sunlight for those that walked beneath the highly condensed water drops. As if woken up from a deep sleep, the wind decided to join in on greeting the new day. A breeze fanned up, gently caressing the trees and giving those that decided to greet the day extra early a comforting stroke along their bodies. With the light, the warmth and the breeze, the creatures living in the wild got naturally woken up from their slumber. As the natural cycle of a new day started, the creatures did not care for the abrupt awakening and instead went about their businesses to prepare for their activities.

Unlike their more feral counterparts, morning was a time of the day that was greeted with mixed feelings among the human populace. Spoiled by their many inventions to make their lives easier and more comfortable, humans did not particularly like waking up against their will. Some of course greeted it with a cheer and a skip in their walk, excited for what the day would bring. Others would curse, threaten and rebel against the breach of their comfort in futility. Hendrickson was most certainly part of this latter category, especially when he was awoken against his will. A noise blares next to him, brusquely awaking him from the pleasant unconsciousness where all of his problems were all but naught. Steelblue eyes, less expressive than a pair of dead ones, blinked open at the intrusion of his sleep. It took the owner a couple of seconds before recognition shined in those lifeless orbs and a groan escaped his lips.

He slowly poked his head out of the tangle of bedsheets that was strewn around him, effectively cocooning him warmly within, and looked with one half squinted eye at the hour displayed on his Holocaster. The time which greeted him was one that should just go die in a hole and shrivel up, as it was far too inhumane to expect someone to wake up this early. Whatever moron set this alarm should be thrown into the capable and not so gentle hands of Tabitha. Another groan rumbled through the air, although muted by the blaring sound, when he remembered that he was the moron. He did not amend his previous opinion though. 08:37 AM was NOT a time for people to be up and about, no matter what anyone says. Especially not when one only went to bed five hours prior due to a bunch of worthless cops.

Unfortunately, there is no one who knows about his hatred of waking up early as well as himself, which means that he made plans for the day. Which also means that he has to get out of bed and make himself presentable, when all he wishes to do right now is to crawl back deep into his cocoon of blankets and sleep the day away. The choice got ripped out of his hands though when the sound’s volume increased. Used to his own habits, Hendrickson knows without a shadow of a doubt that the alarm is set to only get even louder as more time passes by. Seeing how loud it already was, the man’s actually surprised no one was knocking on his door to shut it down. Or maybe they are and the sound’s drowned out by his own alarm? Meh, what does he care.

The man sends a hateful glare at the alarm and if it wasn’t so far out of his reach, and if it wasn’t his very expensive Holocaster, Hendrickson would have just smashed the device to pieces before he’d return to his sleep. Alas, his past self had planned around this with these exactly made, if not cursed out by his morning self, preparations. With a deep, guttural growl that would have no doubt put the fear of men into his latest addition Hendrickson slowly untangles himself from the blankets. Once the very last bedsheet is finally discarded from his body, Hendrickson slowly swings his legs from the comfy bed and places his feet on the floor. The blue haired man could not help but release a small wince at the sudden cold that his appendages detect. As much as he likes to retract them and shove them deep into the warm confines of his blankets, he knows that the sound would only grow more obnoxious as time went on. Thus he pushes past the uncomfortableness and shuffles over to desk that stood a couple of feet away from his bed and finally pushes the device’s snooze button, returning the room into an area dominated by silence. His eyes caught a brief glance of a planned activity for the day but before he could give it a good look his Caster’s screen blacks out, signifying it entering sleep mode. A proper look would be given once he was actively awake.

Hendrickson took a few moments to bask in those few moments of bliss, before he shuffles tiredly out his bedroom and into a hallway connected to the common room. In the hopes that some light will help him wake up, even though it had never done so before, Hendrickson tiredly slaps his hand on the wall next to him for the light switch he knows is there, but he just couldn’t find the damn- Arceus that’s bright! Blinking away the spots due to the sudden brightness, Hendrickson takes a moment to look at the apartment he is staying at. He had opted against staying in the rooms provided by the town’s PokéCenters for the simple fact that he wished for a bit more space to himself, to call his own. To call… safe. It was quite a bit more expensive, but he felt that he could spoil himself a bit after all that happened.

It was a simple apartment, with little to no personality to itself as the walls and roof were a pure white and a wooden floor. It consisted of a bedroom connected to a narrow hallway which led all the way to the common area. In betwixt both areas, a door was placed in the hall that was linked to the place’s bathroom. The common room had a sofa for two, a portable coffee table - also white - and a decent size tv hanging on one of the walls. Other than that, there was nothing special about the apartment. After all that he went through, a normal - if dull - place to recuperate was just what he felt he needed to come to peace. Or at least once he didn’t feel like he was dying on his own two feet.

Done with that inspection, Hendrickson refocuses on his goal. Shuffling past the coffee table, the man finally enters the kitchen that lay connected to the common room. Not even granting a single kitchen application a passing glance, the man immediately went for the hot water kettle and started filling it with water from the sink. With that done, the man put the kettle on the burner and while the water was heating up, he searched for the most crucial thing. Instant coffee. It may not be the real stuff, but it was the closest thing available this early that could wake him up.

Forced to wait a few more minutes, the man could not help but grumble darkly how non-instant this instant coffee was, before the kettle finally finishes heating the water. Pouring the liquid in his prepared cup, Hendrickson immediately takes a sip from it. The moment he swallows the beverage the man could slowly feel his body heat up, his brain slowly wake up, his foul mood lift and if he looked in a mirror he could see a speck of emotion in his soulless eyes. No matter what anyone says, caffeine is the best kind of drug.

It took the man three whole cups, before finally deeming himself fully capable of more complex thoughts other than ‘walk’ and ‘make coffee’. With a sip from his fourth cup, the man remembers that his Holocaster had showed a task that is planned for the day. Making his way from one room from the other at the speed of a normal human, rather than his previous Slowpoke like speed, Hendrickson lights the bedroom up and walks to the only desk in the room. Unlocking his Caster, the man immediately went to his Agenda Application to see just exactly what he was forgetting.

*********************************
Appointment!
10:30 AM
Check-up Dr Namtrah
*********************************


His lips parted from one another, effectively releasing the withheld sigh, at the notice. He had promised the good doctor to meet up before he would leave town, and while he had no problem with fulfilling that problem he did not look forward to the visit. Sure, it would be beneficial to know just how his body held up after a couple of days of activity. However, he would be returning to the hospital. A place he had all but sworn off on the moment he set a foot out of the accursed building that held nothing but bitter memories.

Taking another sip from his coffee, Hendrickson decides that he there was little he could do about this appointment. There were no drawbacks, except for some minor discomfort, and far too many risks. His parents would find out, he could be regressing - mentally or physically - for all he knew, or something else could be happening that was outside his sphere of influence. He takes another sip and releases a second sigh. All he wishes to do is sleep the day away. Was that really too much to ask?

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Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.


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"Do you think God ever gets stoned? I think so... look at the platypus."

Walking down the streets of Oraclair town, Hendrickson leisurely takes one last bite out of his pan au chocolat before he deposits the bag from a bakery in the nearest bin. Dusting off the few pieces of the pastry from his jacket, Hendrickson takes note that someone was no longer nearby. A sigh almost escapes past his lips as he awaits the predictable follow up of a- there we go. Turning his body so that he can look behind him, Hendrickson watches the scene that prompted a cry to be released. What greeted him was his Poison type wrapping itself around someone’s Pokémon, a Snubbull if he recalls correctly, while the owner - a little girl that couldn’t be much older than 11 - is trying to release her creature. An action performed in futility as her Fairy type was held aloft just out of her reach. To make things even more sad, for the girl, was that his Pokémon tantalized her with success by lowering its captive but then raising the creature once more once she made a grab for it.

Ignoring the little girl’s problems, Hendrickson instead ponders back to what possessed him to send out Tabitha of all Pokémon to accompany him as his guard. But then he remembers that the only two members that he could trust to be civil around strangers were at his parents’ and resignation settled in his heart. Chester was a gamble in and of itself and Schneider was just a big no. He didn’t know the other three all that well just yet, so he wasn't going to risk anything.

Once it looked that no one planned to interfere with Tabitha’s fun - a dangerous endeavour in and of itself - Hendrickson finally decided to have some mercy on the girl. Rather, he didn't want to waste any more of his precious time than was necessary. With a firm walk and a deliberately loud tap of his cane on the ground the man raised his voice.

“Tabitha. What do you think you are doing?” The dyed man watched his Pokémon stiffen at his voice, before it slowly turned its body his way. The hybrid type had a pleading look in its eyes - whether that was meant to ask for forgiveness or for him to not spoil her fun, Hendrickson was unsure - which he steadily ignored. Instead he made a show of breaking eye contact with her and shot a pointed look at the wreathing Snubbull in her grasp. The creature looks pitiful and neither the whines it releases nor the teary eyed girl who looks up at him emotionally move him. However, he did have to at least look like a decent human being with all these onlookers.

“Let that poor Snubbull go and get back over here. Now.” When Tabitha was about to whine , he immediately cut her off with a glare. To that she jolts slightly and lowers her gaze to the floor. She then slowly lowers the Fairy type on the ground and eases her hold on the creature before she fully retracts her vine and hopps towards him. He keeps a stern eye on her before he shifts his focus to the reunited pair. The little girl had a tight hold on her Pokémon, who shivered and was no doubt still recuperating from its traumatic situation. To many the scene would be heart-warming, but to Hendrickson it meant nothing but a pair of weaklings finding comfort with one another. If either the girl or the Pokémon were stronger, none of this would have happened. But well, appearances.

His hard eyes softened along with everyone else at the scene and he even put in some remorse before he slowly made his way to the girl. Hendrickson made sure there was at least an arm and cane length between them before he bent down on his good knee so that he was more at her eye level. The cane he usually kept in his hands was placed on the ground by his side.

“Hello there.” He stopped himself from calling her ‘little girl’. There wasn’t any need to antagonize her even more by calling her with a demeaning name. Children that age oddly felt they were no longer ‘little’.

“I am terribly sorry for what my Victreebel did to your Snubbull. Is it okay?” He shifted his eyes to the Pokémon in her arms. She follows my sight and stares at the Pokémon that weakly looks at her before it licks the corner of her eye, effectively licking up the tears that had gathered there. He didn't need to be a genius to know there was more than one bystander who has a warm smile on his faces or was cooing at the display of affection. A small smile grows on the little girl’s face before she turns her face his way and nods.

“Y-yeah.” At that answer Hendrickson releases a pent up sigh as his shoulder sag in relief. That he was able to release some frustration this way went unnoticed by anyone. He shoots a beaming smile her way.

“I’m so happy to hear that! I was afraid my Victreebel had injured the little guy.” Realisation seems to fall upon Hendrickson as he takes a hold of his bag strap and places it in front of him before he rummages in one of the side pockets. The look the girl gave him went ignored. Once he finally found what he searched for, he releases an exclamation of happiness and pulls out a gray bottle with a purple top. The man then gives the girl an inviting smile and puts the bottle between them, pushing it towards her with his cane due to the maintained distance.

“Please accept this potion as compensation. Once more, I would like to apologize for the inconvenience my Pokémon caused. I’ll make sure she won’t do it ever again.” As he spoke he had slowly pushed himself upright again and gave one last, warm smile at the little girl before he turned on his heel. As he passed by a still downtrodden Tabitha, Hendrickson’s voice came out clear and crisp.

“Tabitha, come along. We will have a talk about this unacceptable behaviour of yours.” He was quite certain that she could just hear his annoyance drip from his tone. It was all in the way they flinched. This time he kept a close eye on his hybrid typed Pokémon as they walk away from the girl, the onlookers and the entire scene in general. An apologetic smile was plastered on his face as he nods his head to anyone he meets that had witnessed what happened, and he couldn’t stop the annoyance from welling up inside him. Did these people have nothing better to do with their day than stop and gawk? Oh right, they didn't. It was Sunday. Arceus, he hated today.

Speaking of that deity, what was with some of them glaring at him? Did they think he had orchestrated that whole scene just for his own sick amusement? Did they suddenly find it in themselves to stand up for the little girl? Fine. If they wish to irrationally portray their irritation at having their day ruined, or by feeling unnecessarily angry on the kid’s behalf, then he could return the favour. Bending over like that had not done any wonders for his knee, and he’ll be damned if he took some stranger’s unwarranted anger in stride. His polite smile became reserved for those that at least carried a neutral expression, but those that glare daggers at him receive an icy glare of his own. A scoff went unheard in his mind when almost every single one of them avert their gazes from him when he responds to their anger in kind.

‘Spineless weaklings.’

Not a single one of them had stepped forward to help the little girl, but once the situation resolves itself they suddenly have the guts to feel wronged? Bah. He didn’t have time for them. Gazing at a nearby clock, he was content that the scene hadn’t eaten up too much of his time. If he kept up this pace then he’d still arrive at the hospital with plenty of time to spare.

Never turning his head to his Pokémon, Hendrickson was unaware of the dark look Tabitha shot anyone that glared at her human’s back when he broke eye contact with them. Not a single one of them would backstab her human while she was around and she would resort to any tactic to protect him just like she did back in that town where that fish learned to swim in the air. The end of her vine twitched in anticipation. Any. Tactic.


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Hendrickson Novelton

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Credits go to Bones

Leonard Arden Collier


One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.


~With great power comes great mental instability~
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